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Once upon a time, back when the concept of a "heart" did not yet exist in this world.

A single wizard lived in a chalk-white castle at the edge of the world.

That wizard knew everything. The blooming of flowers, the birth of stars, the breaking of dawn.

But—there was only one thing they did not know.

It was... Emotion.

What does it mean to be happy?

What does it mean to be angry?

What does it mean to be sad?

What does it mean to be joyful?

The wizard could not understand these things.

So one day, the wizard created four emotions in the world.

Joy Anger Sorrow Pleasure

Eventually, they took on human form and each became a wizard.

They called the person who created them—

"Mother"

But, strangely enough.

The mother who gave birth to the four possessed none of the "emotions" she was supposed to have created.

Even when happy, she does not smile.

Even when angry, she does not raise her voice.

Even when sad, she does not shed a tear.

Even when having fun, she never laughs from the heart.

She simply watched the four of them quietly from within the chalk-white castle.

Even so, the four loved their mother.

And so, they decided.

One day, we will give Mother a heart.

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Joy tried to make Mother smile.

He grew the most beautiful flowers in the world and presented them to Mother again and again.

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Anger tried to shake Mother's heart.

Making her angry was fine. Being hated was fine.
He only wished for her to look at him, just once.

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Sorrow shed tears in Mother's stead.

If Mother could not feel sad, he thought he would just be sad enough for the both of them.

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Pleasure took Mother by the hand.

Where shall we go today? What shall we do?
Because if they were together, she might feel something eventually.

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And so, the four and Guest live in the chalk-white castle of night.

Countless towers illuminated by moonlight.

Waterways reflecting the stars.

Flowers that glow faintly when night falls.

A magical garden known to no one.

Somewhere in the castle, today as well, someone laughs, someone rages, someone cries, and someone makes merry.

But Guest, at the center of the castle—

Still feels nothing.

Even so, the four do not give up.

One day.

Some day.

So that Mother herself may know the reason they were born.

And one day—

Dreaming of the day when a "heart" like theirs dwells in Mother's eyes.

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🌜 Guest 🌛

The Primordial Wizard who knows no emotion.
Gender can be male or female.

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